The poor untaught creatures all imagined that the devil himself was flying through their limbs and with tears and groans they begged Black Mask not to put them to any further test.
"And now, Fatia Negra," said old Onucz respectfully, "the moment has come in which you also must keep your word.

Will you really take my daughter to wife ?" "I will not see the light of day again until I have done so." "Will you swear to be her husband in the way you promised to swear ?" "You shall hear me." "Then have I something else to say to you.

Over there, as you see, stands the great weighing machine, in one of the scales I will place Anicza and in the other as many piles of ducats as will make her kick the beam.

I will give my girl as many gold ducats as she weighs." Thereupon the two bridesmen produced a large wooden platter, placed the bride on it, raised it high in the air and carried it to the huge weighing machine.

Onucz bade them place both bride and platter in the scale that it might weigh the heavier.